PLAYTIME CHAPS 25 26 27 THE CHRONICLES OF THE YARD O BEEF
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I am such a slut.
I was soft a few minutes ago after cumming hard, but now as I drive to my motel I’m getting hard again. I keep pulling my cock out of the side of my panties and rubbing the sticky head as I remember the man behind me gripping my hips and pumping my ass. Precum lubes my thumb work. My ass is a little sore and leaking lube after a hot slow fuck from an older Hispanic man who was a little too gentlemanly and a bit too small for my tastes. I fixed my makeup but I should have done a better job with my thick auburn wig. Although I just came and I got fucked like I wanted, I didn’t get the load of cum in my mouth I had craved for hours. As I want cum and cock…the feel of a cock throbbing and shooting a thick sweet and salty load of semen into my slutty mouth.
Well, its only 2:30 and reentry to the arcade where I met the guy who just fucked me is free, I remind myself. I’ve only cum twice so far.
I’m a bit cock-crazy right now and I want more.
I turn my car toward the off-ramp into downtown. I drive to the dark part of the arcade’s lot and stop to fix my hair. A naughty husband walks by the front of my car leering. I see his jeweled ring. Naughty, naughty…bad boy. He pauses and rubs his cock through his trousers, the international sign for “seeking action.” I know he wants me to blow him. I unroll my window and motion him over. He looks around and walks over and kneels down to chat.
“Hi,” he says with a nervous tone and a forced smile.
“Hi, how are you?” with a warm smile.
“Fine.”
“So what brings you out so late tonight?” I ask.
“Uhm, well…”
As he stammers out a bad answer I sigh and think, this is going to take too long. I look at him and decide to move things along with a little directness. “Could you stand up so I can see you better?”
“Oh,” off balance by the request. “Sure.” He stands. I look right at his crotch and see his hardness straining against his pants. Nice. I estimate he’s about 7 inches and fairly thick. A really nice hard cock is only inches away. My eyes light up and I my hot lips form a glossy dark red smile.
“So, what are you looking for? Cause I know what I’m looking for…” I say as I shift my gaze up to meet his eyes. Then, before he answers, I let him know I am a player too. I part my legs a little and push my hand up my skirt and slightly exaggerate the rubbing of my cock.
“Well, I ah, I’m looking for some fun.”
“Mmm, me too. What kind?” I hiss in my best sultry slut-girl voice. He can’t see but I squeeze my shaft just behind the head. I am totally hard now. I know he’s wrestling with how to answer my question so I move in a new direction. “Are you going in there?”
“No, I can’t. Ah, these places, they aren’t safe to me.”
“Oh, I don’t know, I’ve been here several times and never had a problem. In fact I am going to go in soon.”
He sees I am working myself under my black leather miniskirt and begins stroking himself through his pants again.
I make sure that the parking lot is as dark as it usually is when I suck off people here. I also look in the other cars to see that no one is around. I turn back and look up like a hungry little slut and say, “I’m going in after you shoot your cum in my mouth.” As I say that I open my legs wide and pull myself out into view. I look up at him and lick my lips and moan a little. I turn my head upward toward him and say, “Open your fly and fuck my mouth.” I smile but leave my mouth open and circle my lips with my tongue.
He watches and then scans the area quickly while unzipping his pants. Within moments his shaft is out and he is pushing it into my wet mouth in the cool darkness of the lot. I close my lips and use more lips and tongue than suction. He grasps my head. I move his hand thinking, Asshole! I just fixed my hair. His cock is moderate thickness and decent length and it excites me. I reach into my purse and grab my lube. Automatically I open the cap and lube my hand. I stoke my own cock and relish the feeling of his cock in my mouth as I finger fuck my own shaft.
The weird angle of doing him through my sports car window fatigues my neck. I stop and open my door, get out and service him on my knees like a proper whore should. I squat so I don’t get a run in my sheer stockings; they’re from “Vicy’s Secret,” of course, so they cost a small fortune. I know at this time of night it is only a matter of time before someone comes out or drives into the lot. I wrap my right hand around his cock and really work him while I reach up my skirt and pull my panties tight into my ass and then to the side so I can stroke myself. He is moaning and mumbling- a sure sign of a good head job. But I know it’s a great head job, probably the best he’s ever received. I think about later tonight after he’s defiled my mouth with his hot bad-husband glob. Perhaps he’s going home after a different night with the “boys.” Or maybe he’s here on business like me and he’s going to jerk off dreaming about me when he gets back to his room. Either way, I know I won’t forget this too soon and he won’t ever. That thought, combined with the taste of his pre-cum, and my finger-less gloved hand rubbing my own cock under my skirt in the night air excites me to no end. I am such a slut.
“Ohhhh, Ohhh goooddd, hhhhhoe,” he moans just before cumming.
As a turn on and a bit of torture I stop my blowjob and pause to look up and say “Mmm, oh yeah cum in my mouth, fuck my mouth.” I go back down on him and give real quality, but a little slower. I am ready for his jizz.
He grabs my head again, but I let it go this time.
“Hhhhoe, ah! Ah fuck, ahh, ahhhhhh..” He, like most men all but stops his and my movements. His cock is almost all the way in my slutty mouth.
To make it even more memorable I squeeze his shaft with my lips until I feel his throbbing begin.
“Ohhh, Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh, Haaaaaaaaaa,” he moans a little too loud.
I relax and feel him shoot three or four really big globs of pearly love his wife will never miss, but he won’t forget. I let him use my mouth for a moment and then remove his hand from my $200 auburn shoulder length wavy hair. With his cock and hot cum filling my whorifice I use his cum as lube to finish him off. Soon his throbbing subsides and he backs away. I squeeze my cock. I lip lock on his for one more moment to savor the absolution of nastiness and taboo that this is. I squeeze him once more and he twitches, and then backs away. I release him and look up at him and feel just a trickle of his cum making a line down my chin. My hand sweeps this cool liquid line back into my mouth with care. I know he can see my face well. I wait until he looks at me. He exhales and looks down. I open my mouth so he can see the cocktail he dumped into my dirty little whorifice. I move my tongue around so he can see it shimmer. Then I lean my head back and with a wicked smile I swallow his cum.
“Oh gawd that’s so hot...” and, like a mental case, he repeats that sentence a bunch of times.
I smile and get up. I put my 7 3/4” cut and stiff beauty back into my Vicy’s black satin panties and pull down my black leather mini skirt. I don’t “tuck” it back, rather I pull the panties snug against it and hold my purse in front to obscure the view from the front. I bend down to my mirror to check my make-up, fix my hair, and see if I missed any cum before I go in to get more cock. I feel him stroke his hand up my stocking and up under the skirt to my right ass cheek. His hand explores my panties, which are, as always, gathered in my wet boy-cunt crack. He starts talking.
“Are you from around here?”
How cliché, I think. “No, I’m just playing while on business. Are you from here?”
“Yes, but I’m all alone tonight.”
“So, out to have a little fun huh? Cool.” I know the lot well- his isn’t the first strange anonymous cock I’ve blown here, and it won’t be the last. As I look over the lot for any audience I missed before I know that I am finished with for now and I’m ready to go get more cock inside the arcade. Then he surprises me.
“Hey if I give you my number would you like to have some more fun together?”
Usually they request a number. He’s kind nice looking, a little heavy but ok. “Sure, when is a good time? During the day?”
“Well, yes but nights are ok for a while too.” That really does surprise me. Most closet boys can’t play just any time.
“Ok, sure, I’ll be here for another week or so. Maybe we could get together,” I accept.
“Great, my name is John, and yours?”
My cock pulsed, “Call me Rebecca.”
I am such a slut.
I was soft a few minutes ago after cumming hard, but now as I drive to my motel I’m getting hard again. I keep pulling my cock out of the side of my panties and rubbing the sticky head as I remember the man behind me gripping my hips and pumping my ass. Precum lubes my thumb work. My ass is a little sore and leaking lube after a hot slow fuck from an older Hispanic man who was a little too gentlemanly and a bit too small for my tastes. I fixed my makeup but I should have done a better job with my thick auburn wig. Although I just came and I got fucked like I wanted, I didn’t get the load of cum in my mouth I had craved for hours. As I want cum and cock…the feel of a cock throbbing and shooting a thick sweet and salty load of semen into my slutty mouth.
Well, its only 2:30 and reentry to the arcade where I met the guy who just fucked me is free, I remind myself. I’ve only cum twice so far.
I’m a bit cock-crazy right now and I want more.
I turn my car toward the off-ramp into downtown. I drive to the dark part of the arcade’s lot and stop to fix my hair. A naughty husband walks by the front of my car leering. I see his jeweled ring. Naughty, naughty…bad boy. He pauses and rubs his cock through his trousers, the international sign for “seeking action.” I know he wants me to blow him. I unroll my window and motion him over. He looks around and walks over and kneels down to chat.
“Hi,” he says with a nervous tone and a forced smile.
“Hi, how are you?” with a warm smile.
“Fine.”
“So what brings you out so late tonight?” I ask.
“Uhm, well…”
As he stammers out a bad answer I sigh and think, this is going to take too long. I look at him and decide to move things along with a little directness. “Could you stand up so I can see you better?”
“Oh,” off balance by the request. “Sure.” He stands. I look right at his crotch and see his hardness straining against his pants. Nice. I estimate he’s about 7 inches and fairly thick. A really nice hard cock is only inches away. My eyes light up and I my hot lips form a glossy dark red smile.
“So, what are you looking for? Cause I know what I’m looking for…” I say as I shift my gaze up to meet his eyes. Then, before he answers, I let him know I am a player too. I part my legs a little and push my hand up my skirt and slightly exaggerate the rubbing of my cock.
“Well, I ah, I’m looking for some fun.”
“Mmm, me too. What kind?” I hiss in my best sultry slut-girl voice. He can’t see but I squeeze my shaft just behind the head. I am totally hard now. I know he’s wrestling with how to answer my question so I move in a new direction. “Are you going in there?”
“No, I can’t. Ah, these places, they aren’t safe to me.”
“Oh, I don’t know, I’ve been here several times and never had a problem. In fact I am going to go in soon.”
He sees I am working myself under my black leather miniskirt and begins stroking himself through his pants again.
I make sure that the parking lot is as dark as it usually is when I suck off people here. I also look in the other cars to see that no one is around. I turn back and look up like a hungry little slut and say, “I’m going in after you shoot your cum in my mouth.” As I say that I open my legs wide and pull myself out into view. I look up at him and lick my lips and moan a little. I turn my head upward toward him and say, “Open your fly and fuck my mouth.” I smile but leave my mouth open and circle my lips with my tongue.
He watches and then scans the area quickly while unzipping his pants. Within moments his shaft is out and he is pushing it into my wet mouth in the cool darkness of the lot. I close my lips and use more lips and tongue than suction. He grasps my head. I move his hand thinking, Asshole! I just fixed my hair. His cock is moderate thickness and decent length and it excites me. I reach into my purse and grab my lube. Automatically I open the cap and lube my hand. I stoke my own cock and relish the feeling of his cock in my mouth as I finger fuck my own shaft.
The weird angle of doing him through my sports car window fatigues my neck. I stop and open my door, get out and service him on my knees like a proper whore should. I squat so I don’t get a run in my sheer stockings; they’re from “Vicy’s Secret,” of course, so they cost a small fortune. I know at this time of night it is only a matter of time before someone comes out or drives into the lot. I wrap my right hand around his cock and really work him while I reach up my skirt and pull my panties tight into my ass and then to the side so I can stroke myself. He is moaning and mumbling- a sure sign of a good head job. But I know it’s a great head job, probably the best he’s ever received. I think about later tonight after he’s defiled my mouth with his hot bad-husband glob. Perhaps he’s going home after a different night with the “boys.” Or maybe he’s here on business like me and he’s going to jerk off dreaming about me when he gets back to his room. Either way, I know I won’t forget this too soon and he won’t ever. That thought, combined with the taste of his pre-cum, and my finger-less gloved hand rubbing my own cock under my skirt in the night air excites me to no end. I am such a slut.
“Ohhhh, Ohhh goooddd, hhhhhoe,” he moans just before cumming.
As a turn on and a bit of torture I stop my blowjob and pause to look up and say “Mmm, oh yeah cum in my mouth, fuck my mouth.” I go back down on him and give real quality, but a little slower. I am ready for his jizz.
He grabs my head again, but I let it go this time.
“Hhhhoe, ah! Ah fuck, ahh, ahhhhhh..” He, like most men all but stops his and my movements. His cock is almost all the way in my slutty mouth.
To make it even more memorable I squeeze his shaft with my lips until I feel his throbbing begin.
“Ohhh, Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh, Haaaaaaaaaa,” he moans a little too loud.
I relax and feel him shoot three or four really big globs of pearly love his wife will never miss, but he won’t forget. I let him use my mouth for a moment and then remove his hand from my $200 auburn shoulder length wavy hair. With his cock and hot cum filling my whorifice I use his cum as lube to finish him off. Soon his throbbing subsides and he backs away. I squeeze my cock. I lip lock on his for one more moment to savor the absolution of nastiness and taboo that this is. I squeeze him once more and he twitches, and then backs away. I release him and look up at him and feel just a trickle of his cum making a line down my chin. My hand sweeps this cool liquid line back into my mouth with care. I know he can see my face well. I wait until he looks at me. He exhales and looks down. I open my mouth so he can see the cocktail he dumped into my dirty little whorifice. I move my tongue around so he can see it shimmer. Then I lean my head back and with a wicked smile I swallow his cum.
“Oh gawd that’s so hot...” and, like a mental case, he repeats that sentence a bunch of times.
I smile and get up. I put my 7 3/4” cut and stiff beauty back into my Vicy’s black satin panties and pull down my black leather mini skirt. I don’t “tuck” it back, rather I pull the panties snug against it and hold my purse in front to obscure the view from the front. I bend down to my mirror to check my make-up, fix my hair, and see if I missed any cum before I go in to get more cock. I feel him stroke his hand up my stocking and up under the skirt to my right ass cheek. His hand explores my panties, which are, as always, gathered in my wet boy-cunt crack. He starts talking.
“Are you from around here?”
How cliché, I think. “No, I’m just playing while on business. Are you from here?”
“Yes, but I’m all alone tonight.”
“So, out to have a little fun huh? Cool.” I know the lot well- his isn’t the first strange anonymous cock I’ve blown here, and it won’t be the last. As I look over the lot for any audience I missed before I know that I am finished with for now and I’m ready to go get more cock inside the arcade. Then he surprises me.
“Hey if I give you my number would you like to have some more fun together?”
Usually they request a number. He’s kind nice looking, a little heavy but ok. “Sure, when is a good time? During the day?”
“Well, yes but nights are ok for a while too.” That really does surprise me. Most closet boys can’t play just any time.
“Ok, sure, I’ll be here for another week or so. Maybe we could get together,” I accept.
“Great, my name is John, and yours?”
My cock pulsed, “Call me Rebecca.”
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